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The Utopia of Greed
Sheconsideredhimforamoment,deliberatelylettinghimwait."Iwastryingtolandonaprehistoricalmirage,"sheanswered."AndIhave."
"Youareascab,"hesaid,andchuckled,asifgraspingalltheimplicationsoftheproblem."Where’sJohn?"
"Mr.Galtisatthepowerhouse.Heshouldbebackanymoment."
Hesatdowninanarmchair,askingnopermission,asifhewereathome.Sheturnedsilentlytoherwork.Hesatwatchinghermovementswithanopengrin,asifthesightofherlayingoutcutleryonakitchentablewerethespectacleofsomespecialparadox.
"WhatdidFranciscosaywhenhesawyouhere?"heasked.
Sheturnedtohimwithaslightjolt,butansweredevenly,"Heisnothereyet."
"Notyet?"Heseemedstartled."Areyousure?"
"SoIwastold."
Helightedacigarette.Shewondered,watchinghim,whatprofessionhehadchosen,lovedandabandonedinordertojointhisvalley.Shecouldmakenoguess;noneseemedtofit;shecaughtherselfinthepreposterousfeelingofwishingthathehadnoprofessionatall,becauseanyworkseemedtoodangerousforhisincrediblekindofbeauty.
